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caged thoughts the datelessness of this place is comforting to me when somewhere just behind my eyes it feels like my thoughts are banging into each other like pinballs or maybe some caged flying things smashing themselves against the container that holds them in (in this case, that container would be my skull and eyeballs) in a frantic attempt to escape before they suffer the fate of all caged things...
and depressed they are panicked and repressed I don't want to be surpressed I don't want to be oppressed can we simply get undressed and feel like we've confessed? they are tragic and upset they are magic and regret unsettled passions do not forget constant distractions on the TV set torn between just being somebody's pet or tortured by what has not happened yet she calls out to me from inside my brain feels like it might explode her desire is wild and wide and I have been long on the road she wishes me younger and strong my body feels tired and old her hunger is where I belong so long I've beem out in the cold but will she take me as I am when she could have so much more she is young and beautiful it's all been said before and can she comfort me tonight when thoughts won't set me free I just want to save the world won't somebody save me? whatever are we doing here?... this is the stuff of the mostly dead... but the pipeline has paused here and I and shoving some dynamite into the pipe (hoping I get the mix just right because the mind is a terrible thing to blow to bits)... still, the thoughts must be released or they will go kaboom on their own, so beware of what comes next... unless, of course, I fall asleep...
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |